#it never really leaves you huh

[turtleblogatlast]

Imagine little Leo having trouble sleeping so he ends up watching tv and movies with Splinter to pass the time. Splinter often just passes out in his chair, but Leo likes the company anyway.

One day, Leo’s rifling through the movies his dad brought back for them (usually 70s and 80s stuff - Splinter has a bias) and he gasps.

Leo runs over to Splinter and holds up a copy of The Last Unicorn, begging that they watch it that night.

Splinter remembers absolutely nothing about the movie, but hey it’s got a unicorn and it’s animated so it’s gotta be fine, right? So he turns the movie on and passes out near immediately.

He’s woken up roughly an hour and a half later by Leo climbing up onto his chair and sobbing hysterically into his chest.

The movie is now one of Leo’s favorites.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leo #rottmnt headcanons #rottmnt splinter #Leo: you wouldn’t let ME leave would you? #Splinter: no of course not my son! #but it was never a matter of letting by those left #rather it is a choice by those leaving #it’s one of the many moments that flashes through Splinters mind when he hears his boy sacrifice himself #anyway leo loves unicorns so obviously he gets to be emotionally devastated and terrified by the last unicorn like the rest of us #he considers forcing his brothers through the same emotional turmoil he went through #but he hides the movie instead #wanting it to be something just for him #man this really hits harder for all those ‘future leo lives’ AUs huh

[britomart]

Bruce Springsteen ↳ I'm on Fire (Paris, 1985)

[ID: Two black and white gifs of Bruce Springsteen from the side as he sings "Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby, edgy and dull / And cut a six-inch valley through the middle of my skull". /end ID.]

#bruce springsteen #brucespringsteenedit #im on fire tag #my old springsteen gifs keep popping up in my notes and i am so glad everyone is still enjoying them #but i think theyre so ugly and do not do the man justice 😭😭😭 #so here are some new ones <3 #tbh sometimes i forget the major springsteen moment i had like . just last year .... but he never really leaves you huh

[jade-len]

you know it's bad when i read svsss and tgcf, stories about just two guys falling in love and getting together, and think, "god i wish i were in between them."

gay little domestic cottage core life with binghe and qingqiu? please and thank you. being sandwiched by hua cheng and xie lian, two pretty men who are hundreds of years old? i am blushing, kicking my feet and giggling

and again, it's not even that i would want only one of them. like in both of the relationships, the two love each other too much to the point it'd feel wrong if they were separated! it wouldn't feel complete, so you gotta be with both of them!

but that's the thing; i just?? i feel so incredibly guilty whenever i think about being loved by these mxtx couples??? like it's so stupid but i feel like i'm intruding in on something and it's like, everyone else seems to just want them together only, not wanna be with them. like it's fuckin taboo or whatever

i feel like with any other character from any other media it'd be fine to simp for and write/read x readers of them, but when it comes to these books, it's off limits! no way, what are you, crazy? yes, yes i'm unhinged and desperately want their love and affection simultaneously. i want to be in a happy little poly relationship with these overpowered beautiful men with long hair.

i can't be the only guy or whoever to feel this way?? to wanna be kissed by these characters? sandwiched?? i have two hands for christ sake and they all look so happy together and im just like "lord i wanna be with them so much". someone tell me i'm not alone cmon <\3

#okay i havent read mdzs yet but i'll probably feel the same way #god i just wanna be in between shen qingqiu and binghe or hua cheng and xie lian please please #im sad im queer and im ready for a gay poly relationship with these mfs #i love them all #i remember seeing some post where it was like 'hua cheng x fem reader headcanons' #and i was like 'huh thats interesting. not fem but i'll check it out bc ive never rlly seen anything like that' #and then it was like 'he'd leave you for xie lian' and it was fucking hilarious actually #but then i saw the comments on that post and they were all like 'omg i was about to unfollow and block you' 'thank god' etc #and i was just like #'damn?? do people really not like this type of stuff when it comes to danmei novels or smth?' #i don't know if it was just bc it said fem reader or bc yk it's danmei and hua cheng and xie lian are very much in love and happy #but it lowkey kinda got me self conscious lmao and i was hella feeling bad #also no hate to that poster or those commenters im just a lonely queer man #'he would leave you for xie lian' was fucking brutal though i laughed my ass off at thag KAHSNZJ #please i swear i wont stand out too much i can fit in i have long luxurious hair too let me show you my hair care routine guys </3 #svsss #mxtx svsss #luo binghe #bingqiu #tgcf #heavens official blessing #mxtx tgcf #mxtx novels #mxtx characters #hua cheng #xie lian #hualian #shen qingqiu #the scum villain's self saving system

[aceghosts]

OCs as Horror Tropes

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Rooney Shepard

just catholic trauma

(tw for implications of self harm here) god is judgment. every action is weighted, every action is watched. tally marks on a scoreboard, on skin, your body on a golden scale, and you can't shed enough weight to stop it from tipping. worship isn't enough. sacrifice isn't enough. guilt lays across you in layers. blankets, sheets of snow, cling-wrap cutting off your circulation. you can't save yourself, but you can never stop trying. fire licks at your heels, a constant reminder of what is inevitably waiting for you.

Hunter Delaney

meat as horror

meat hooks and conveyor belts and cold metal. the warm eyes of a stupid animal, completely unaware of the watering mouths that await it. "cut here" lines drawn on the body, slabs of steak that bleed and bleed, unrelenting. are you hungry? would you kill to stay alive? you feel like prey, or maybe like predator. sinew is stuck between your teeth, and gore dribbles down your chin. don't chip your teeth on the bones. you feel like the top of the food chain, and don't see the eyes gleaming behind you.

Riley Callahan

family as a cult

you will never need anyone else. outsiders will hurt you, aim to corrupt you and ruin you and leave you in pieces, but your family will always be there for you. everyone has the same eyes, the same smile. the same sickly yellow light cast over their skin. the same tastes, the same food that melts to gray sludge on your tongue. family recipe. hugs last too long, touches linger and sting like sunburn. don't stray too far. if you come back looking like a wolf rather than a sheep, the dogs will eat you.

Emerson Wright

flowers rotting as a metaphor for death/decay

stems droop, go yellow like aged teeth. petals curl, go dry like paper, like corpse skin. the beauty of youth can only be preserved through unnatural means. roses drowned in silica gel, pins behind the eyes. glass vase, open casket. everyone is watching you. why aren't you moving? are you too weak to grow toward the light anymore?

#tag games #I won't let fear compromise who I am #commander rooney shepard #hunter delaney #riley callahan #emerson wright #Catholic Guilt is so on brand for Rooney #they can fit so much catholic guilt #and do I need to explain how on brand the meat metaphor is for Hunter #the family as cult one is really interesting for Riley #I guess you could say that their family was kind of cultish #or to truly be themself Riley had to leave their family #and their parents never forgave them for it #and huh the flowers one for Emerson #I don't think it fits quite as well

[hjartasalt]

I. may have anger issues

#grief really does bring out the worst in people huh #decided I didn't feel like cycling to work today #checked the bus time table and of course the app wasn't working because it never does #whatever though I can remember what time my bus usually leaves #ended up being like 2 minutes early and just fucking drove past me like thanks man it wouldn't have killed you to stop and catch up #on the actual schedule #anyway being the well adjusted individual that I am my instant reaction to this was to just start screaming at the top #of my lungs some things I will not repeat here because I am not proud of them #nothing like a good public meltdown to start the day am I right

[fleshdyke]

#csa warning for tags #ughhh ik i was just talking abt this but man. Man. constantly bullied as a child + raped as a child is a brutal combo huh #completely irreversibly fucked up sense of intimacy. i dont want to have sex with anyone i dont care what ppl think of me looks wise but i #also care more than anything and want people to want me so bad #like when ur only experience with anyone at all finding you desirable is being raped at 6ish. fucks u up man #was constantly told by everyone i knew that i was undesirable from day fucking one. i was always the one ppl would dare their friends to #'ask out' bc everyone thought i was that bad. i never had those rumours of 'some boy likes you' without people laughing in the background #all of my friends. even the ones that were also weird kids and bullied etc etc always have stories of other kids having crushes on them or #whatever. and i just never had that. it feels like i missed out on something important #i want to be pursued by a guy i hate i want them to not leave me alone. i want to feel like im in danger. and i know how fucking disgusting #that is but i cant help it. like i feel like thats the only way im going to feel normal and wanted like theres not something inherently #wrong with me. and i know how dangerous that is but its not like it matters anyways bc still no one likes me at all. #and i know how stupid of a thing it is to obsess over like what am i 9 years old? but i just cant get it out of my head #like idk i feel like the only way im going to actually feel desirable at all is if someone tries to rape me again. or if i feel like i have #to worry about someone raping me again. i know i wouldnt feel that way if someone was like. nice about it. #bc if someone genuinely liked me and was a decent human being about it i wouldnt be able to see it as anything other than faking it for pit #i wouldnt be able to believe it. even if i wasnt waiting for them to drop the joke and start laughing at me i would always think it was jus #an act bc they feel bad for me. the only way i could ever think it's genuine and that i'm desirable at all is if someone sexually #harassed me. like idk how to explain it but thats the only way i could feel desirable at all #bc it's the only way i've ever been desirable. when i was a kid. #and it terrifies me so bad bc i know how fucking disgusting that is and how self destructive it is #but i still feel like i dont even have to really worry about being assaulted. bc i still believe im completely undesirable at my core. #i dont believe i could be desired so i dont believe i have to worry about being raped. bc no one would want to anyways #rambles #vent

[wantbytaemin]

han jisung answer my calls…. i want your vocals and your electric guitar too

#WENDY RUN AWAY WITH MEEEE he would EAT this up with literally minimum effort #i can be your stray kid.. your last chance.. your everything better plan… #the songs we loved when we were teens really never leave us huh 😮‍💨 #textpost #stray kids #<- tagging for my friends blacklists <3 JDKJSKS you all really tolerate me so much ily

[vivitalks]

[read on ao3]

"You okay?"

Lydia has her elbows on her knees. Sitting in the waiting room of Deaton's clinic, her blue dress paradoxically bright against the bland color palette of the room, she's a contradiction unto herself. She looks tired and shaken. She looks glad to be alive. She looks unprepared to believe that being alive is going to last.

"I've been worse," is how she answers him. Then, "I've also been better."

Stiles takes the empty seat beside her.

"Feels like we're always hovering in the middle there," he offers.

Lydia nods. "Ethan and Aiden are going to be okay."

"Thank God," Stiles deadpans. "I would have been heartbroken to lose them.”

Lydia gently shoves him. "They did the right thing in the end. They're not that bad."

Stiles only hums, drumming on his knee with restless fingers. A deafening silence crowds them in. Stiles reflects on the events of the last twenty-four hours and finds them alarming when compressed into such a small time frame.

"What's on your mind?" he dares to ask, after the quiet is almost insurmountably heavy. If Deaton is still in the exam room with the twins, they're being very quiet. Suspiciously so. Something for Stiles to check on, once he's done checking on Lydia.

Lydia who is smoothing out her dress with a persistence that could be called obsessive. Every motion creates a new wrinkle, and every time, Lydia flattens it under her thumb.

"Oh, you know." Her tone is light, but her twisting fingers betray just how uneasy she is. "Thinking about how the last time I was sitting in this waiting room, you were dead for sixteen hours."

Stiles takes that one to the solar plexus, though he's not sure how else it could be taken.

"I wasn't…really dead. It was more like a long sleep. A long, icy sleep."

"You stopped breathing." Lydia stares lasers into her knees. "You didn't have a heartbeat. Deaton kept saying it was okay, that this was normal, that if something was really wrong we would know, but he was lying, I could tell. He wouldn't let us near you guys — he said he didn't want us interfering with the process." A fist forms in her lap, creasing the folds of her dress. "Sixteen hours. I didn't eat, I didn't sleep. I just sat here. Waiting. Hoping Deaton wasn't full of shit."

"And he wasn't," Stiles says, morbidly upbeat. "We came back!"

"You don't get it," Lydia says, sounding angry and scared and deeply wounded all at the same time.

Stiles frowns. If she would just look at him, maybe he could read her expression, but he can't tell what she's thinking from the set of her shoulders. "So help me get it."

Lydia breathes out, out, out, expelling air like it's a toxic gas.

"Humans have a reflex," she says in a small voice, staring through her palms. "It prevents them from drowning until the last possible second. The survival instinct is so powerful that it overpowers the breathing instinct, even when holding your breath becomes excruciatingly painful. It's called—”

"Voluntary apnea," Stiles says dumbly.

Lydia looks up at him and nods once. Her green eyes latch onto his.

"You told me once that death happens to the people around you," she says, biting her lip. "I can't imagine how it must have felt to be in that ice bath…but can you imagine how it felt to be the one holding you down?"

Stiles is too dumbstruck to answer.

"I killed you. I did that. It doesn't matter that it was temporary. I didn't know that, we didn't know that for sure. I held you in that water until you died, Stiles." Her hands tremble. "You were dead for sixteen hours because of me. I was a murderer. For sixteen hours."

"Whoa whoa whoa, hey," Stiles says. His 'Protect Lydia Martin' instinct is back online and the alarm is blaring. He grabs her hands in both of his, keeping them still and warm.

"Okay, first of all, you didn't murder me. It was consensual drowning! If anything it was more like assisted suicide." Lydia glares. "Not helping. Right. Sorry. Um, but secondly, and— and way more importantly, Lydia, yeah, maybe you temporarily killed me, but you also— you brought me back to life." 

She’s unmoved, he can tell, so he shakes her gently. "Yeah. You did that. Look, anyone can kill me. I'm not even six feet of fragile bones and zero muscle mass, and my best friend's a freakin' werewolf, okay, killing me is not impressive. Bringing me back? That takes something else. Something special, and only someone who—" He tries not to stammer but his tongue sabotages him, "who cares about me enough to bring me back to life could do that, and honestly, those are in short supply, so yeah. Maybe you were a temporary murderer, but you were also a savior. My savior." He smiles weakly. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."

Lydia holds his gaze. She holds his hands, too — not passively but decisively, clutching them like a lifeline, like she's the one who's drowning. Reflecting once again on the past twenty-four hours, it occurs to Stiles that he is not the only person for whom that stretch of time has been alarming.

"That's certainly a nicer way of looking at it," she yields softly. Then she shakes her head. "But it doesn't change the fact that in order to save you, I had to kill you." Now she weaponizes that arresting stare, seaglass green pinning him to his seat. "I'm never doing that again, you understand? I can't."

"I wouldn't ask you to."

"You don't know what it was like," she murmurs — seemingly talking to herself now, more than him, anyway. "Watching you. And I couldn't do anything. I couldn't do anything but sit there."

Something niggles Stiles's brain, that feeling he gets when a few different threads braid themselves into a discernible pattern. The emotional tether. Lydia's remorse. Sixteen hours of sitting and waiting.

"Sitting there was exactly what you were supposed to do," he realizes, also half to himself. It gets her attention anyway; she frowns at his conclusion. Stiles goes on: "An emotional tether, Deaton said, someone to bring us back, I didn't really get it, how that could work, but you just said it. You all just sat there. For sixteen hours. You waited. You stayed, so I had someone to come back to. The way only a tether could do. Think about it, right? If a fisherman casts a line and then walks away from the fishing pole, it doesn't matter whether he hooks a fish because no one is there to reel it in."

"Are you comparing yourself to a fish?"

"We were underwater, I was thinking about water, it was the first metaphor that came to mind, give me a break,” Stiles says defensively. "My point is, sixteen hours is a long time. Long enough to get bored, to lose faith, to give up and walk away and pronounce us dead. But you guys didn't. You didn't."

"Deaton said—”

"You just told me you thought Deaton was full of shit. But you stayed anyway, right?" Stiles presses, looking Lydia in the eye. "You had a feeling. Or maybe you just believed. Whatever it was, you stayed. That's how you brought me back. You thought you weren't doing anything, but you were doing the most important thing." He squeezes her hands. "You were waiting for me."

#lydia martin #stiles stilinski #stydia #stydia fic #teen wolf #teen wolf fic #fic #my fic #tw #tw fic #this fic contains spoilers for season 3a of teen wolf in case any newcomers happen upon it #boy i am a one trick pony and the trick is writing season 3 stydia fic huh #look. you fuck around with me and you sure as hell find out #and what you find out is that mentally i am still in season 3 with the specific stydia dynamic created therein #and i have not left and i will never leave #maybe i cant change the past but i sure as hell can live in it forever #so anyway i really gotta go the fuck to sleep cuz it is a whole entire 1am #and i have like. stuff tomorrow i think. like i gotta pack and stuff. which won't take long god willing #but does still need to happen #stuff

[skitskatdacat63]

17,82

War AU x Second Love

Lmao Sam this is literally the plot to the Nandopoleon AU this exists in my head 😭😭

So Fernando is Napoleon, right? And Napoleon had two wives, right? Mark is his first love(i.e. Josephine), older than him, and who he is deeply in love with but has to divorce because Mark can't really provide anything(i.e. no political advantages, infertile, etc.) So Fernando needs to make a political marriage. And who does he marry! The young son of one of the most prominent monarchies in Europe: Lance, Archduke of Austria.

Lance is very resistant to this at first of course. All grumpy like, "Dad, why do you want me to marry the guy who just defeated us in four separate wars. He's literally beaten us since practically my birth, and now I have to marry him? Yuck." Both him and Fernando come into the marriage with bad expectations, Lance despising Fernando for all he represents and Fernando viewing Lance as just a means to an end. But Lance fits in to the kingdom very well and Fernando comes to adore him and pamper him all the time. And suddenly Lance to his father is all like, "the Emperor is great actually 🥰 I was so wrong 🥰"

Meanwhile Mark is just forced to the side, and has to watch while Fernando's love for him diminishes, and his love for Lance grows. They still talk a lot and spend time together, but Mark is constantly sniping at Fernando about his new "wife."

I think Lance would stick by Fernando's side during his exile and subsequent return. He grows to be more loyal to Fernando than to his own family and original kingdom. And even though Fernando originally just views him as a means to an end, he eventually lets Lance fight alongside when they are eventually drawn back into war. Maybe in this AU, he actually wins 😔

#imagine lance on the battlefield 😭😭 #hes been a pampered spoiled rich boy his whole life #but he really admires fernando and how different their upbringings were #i think he def recieved military training when he was younger just bcs thats what guys did back then no? #but obviously was never expected to ever fight in a war or be in battle #just his dad being like yeah ee have the best of the best military leaders so you should learn from them #and then eventually is drawn into battle himself bcs he doesnt want to leave fernando's side #<- irl the woman that Lance is based on cheated on Napoleon and they never interacted again post-Elba so 😬 #lance would be like IM GOING TO ELBA WITH HIM #and lawrence is like huh what no??? you have land to inherit still!!! #and lance just sulks in vienna for those eleven months of nando's exile #and then gets alerted abt his return and they have a very dramatic romantic reunion #where Lance commissions his own uniform and such and goes to greet Fernando lkke 'I knew you wouldnt leave me 🥹' #also the age gaps of mark-fernando-lance is remarkably close to the historical age gaps i am stealing from #<- literally only 1 and 5 years off. so im glad it fits so well 🤭🤭 #also yeah dw how pregnancy works ( ._.) it just does. mpreg :) we sweep it under the rug #also the thought of lawrence as francis i is funny to me just bcs i feel he should be cast as a driver or smth but its okay #also the 'third love' of this is just Seb as Alexander I whom Nando is weirdly obsessed with #catie.asks. #strollonso #webbonso #nandopoleon alonsoparte

[kiki-strike]

PTSD is so stupid saw a jar of biscoff cookie butter at the store and went ha that’s the brand they had in res. (Completely unaffected). Then went home and had a panic attack about it (????)

#first of all. how is a jar on a shelf that you didn’t even touch harming you at all??? #second of all. now that I know that chain Carrie’s bidcoff cookie butter I’m never going there again. let’s leave those worms in their can. #(sees a food) huh. cookie butter. (the ptsd gremlin cooking up a nice panic sequence for me) well probably staff are trailing you right now #and they just left that there on accident because obv they keep cookie butter with them. and they’re going to restrain and sedate you and to #you’ll wake up tubed xoxo #<- INSANE ITS A JAR OF BISCOFF COOKIE BUTTER CALM THE SHIT DOWN #I only slept an hour last night and didn’t sleep at all the night before so like that might have something to do with it but I feel like we’ #were gunning for day 3 here with the cookie induced paranoia #don’t buy belsomra guys belsomra is a ripoff that I’m pretty sure is just sugar pills #although I am abnormally resistant to pretty much every sleep med like iv ambien just makes me a bit lethargic the doctor who gave me it sai #said that was really weird and then ordered another piss test bc he thought I was on speed LMAO #nope just my brain. rotten. gone. #day 3 is usually when the insomnia hallucinations come out so like pray for me if you see this #though I did get an hour last night so maybe that counts

[slushed-puppy]

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#last time i tried talking about how i was feeling really down to someone she just went 'do you need a hotline or something girl' #like.. i obviously came to you (because you told me to confide in uou) #i wasn't expecting you to have the advice i needed or anything #but just to talk to me like a human #next time i seen her she glared at me #and said 'not dead huh' #never asked if I was ok after our talk #she then also went and told the guy i was interested in and then the cut things off with me #leaving me completely alone to deal with things myself #people are cunts #like im ever gonna trust someone again

[softquietsteadylove]

For the bodyguard AU:

A crazy Fan attacks Thena with a knife on stage. Luckily Gil is there to protect her👀

The crowd was roaring with enthusiasm for her performance. She was coming off the high of a few straight shows that had gone well. The audience was feeling excited, and it had even spread to Thena, penetrating her pessimistic shell.

Thena waved to them as they applauded her efforts. She swallowed, feeling the fatigue in her vocal cords after the full set she had performed. Nothing like a full concert, but evident none the less. She backed up from the microphone.

"Athena! Athena, you're my goddess!"

Gil looked out from backstage, trying to find where the voice had come from.

Thena also scanned the crowd, but couldn't find anyone who might have been able to be heard so above and beyond everyone else. She tried not to let it show on her face.

"Athena, I love you!"

She looked closer to the front, wondering who possessed that voice. It was male, deep, rough. Everyone close to the barricades seemed to be younger fans jumping and waving.

"Athena, be mine!"

Her chest rose and fell more quickly. This was becoming more of a situation by the second, but she couldn't pinpoint the source. She took a few more steps back, her hand subconsciously reaching behind her for a comforting presence.

Gil emerged from backstage to meet her halfway. Usually his code of conduct - per the label's insistence - was to be present but not seen. But this was an exception, "come on."

"I said you're mine, you bitch!"

Gil pulled Thena behind him, holding out his arms and making his surface area replace Thena's tiny frame behind him. He searched the crowd for himself, with eyes trained to detect problems like this.

Security dove for the man, but he must have had training in something. Because all they did was provide him with a staircase of bodies he could use to launch himself onto the stage.

"Athena!"

Gil's eyes focused in on the knife in his hand. There were worse weapons to face, but the best one to disarm was none. He held out his hand, "put it down!"

The assailant charged at them, fuelled by either delusion or a more powerful, more tangible substance. He came in swinging, "she's mine!"

Thena curled up behind Gil, not able to do much else in the given situation.

Gil moved only as close as needed to grab the assailant's hands by the wrists. So long as he could overpower him, he could keep the threat minimal. "Don't even think about it!"

Gil was stronger than the freak jumping impossible distances up onto the stage. He raised their hands above their heads, not leaving much room to get stabbed in the crosshairs. "Let it go!"

Bodies in yellow and black polo shirts came rushing out; better late than never, at least. The venue security rushed the assailant, enough of them piling on the threat that it didn't matter what was in his system, he went down hard.

The knife clattered away across the stage. The crowd screamed.

Gil didn't wait to see what would become of the animal, or deliver any last words. He turned around, pulling Thena into his arms and rushing her off stage, "come on."

Thena clung to him.

"Move, move, out of the way!" Gil barked at anyone who so much as came near them. This was his job, this was his protectee, his client: this was Thena. "Make some room!"

He led them straight through the backstage and out of the building. He wasn't making any stops in any dressing rooms, Kingo would bring them anything they had left behind. His priority now was getting Thena alone and safe with him.

She followed him silently, clinging to him.

Gil held his jacket up and in front of her face as they made their way to the car waiting for them. As always, no matter how they tried, there were still fans clambering to get a glimpse of the Goddess of War in her human form. "Back up!"

Thena climbed into the SUV, immediately sliding over in the backseat so Gil could slide in after her, no need to go around to the other door. He jumped in, nearly cracking his head on the frame in his haste. He slammed it closed and leaned forward, "drive!"

The ride service didn't ask questions.

Gil put the divider up immediately, looking over at Thena, "hey."

"I'm okay," she exhaled, with only some trembling in it. She pushed her hair out of her face.

"Thena," he repeated, moving until their legs were squished together on the hard and uncomfortable leather seats. "Look at me."

"I'm okay, she repeated before he held her cheeks, guiding her gently to meet his eyes. Her face crumbled.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, pulling her into his shoulder as he rubbed her back. No matter how expected or calculated a risk it was, it was still someone threatening her safety and life. He never blamed her for feeling rattled by the actions of those obsessed with her persona.

Thena shook her head against him, still pressing her eyes into his suit jacket. She was dismissing herself.

"Hey, no one would blame you," he said gently, holding the trembling songstress. "He came at you with a knife, Thena. It never should have happened."

She let out a breath, even more shuddery than the last. "You shouldn't have to keep doing this."

Protecting her? "Thena, it's my job to do this. I'm certainly not gonna let you fight these creeps by yourself."

"I mean it!" she lifted her head, pursing her lips in that stubborn way she had.

He brushed away some of her tears, careful of the eye makeup she had on that was admirably still in place. "I do too, Thena. I'm not going to let anyone get away with shit like that."

Thena pulled back, brushing more of her tears off his lapel and clearing her throat, which any vocalist usually did their best to avoid doing. She sniffled, "this seems to keep happening."

Gil let her fuss over him, if it made her feel better about it, "a couple times in a year is a pretty bad streak."

Thena looked at him in the dim light of the back of the limo. "I know you're saying it's not a big deal, but I've watched you had to fight a few too many psychos for my liking. And I still haven't forgotten when that mob of Eros' little fan-children mobbed you."

Gil chuckled, "that was a pretty bizarre fight to have."

"I wouldn't call it a fight," Thena grumbled but sat back again with a sigh. She flicked some hair over her shoulder, "at least the show was good. Although I'm sure Kingo is already bursting a blood vessel over the coverage of that attack."

"It was pretty open to see that the guy was nuts," Gil shrugged, already reaching into his suit jacket for both their phones. "Limo's taking us straight home. Do you want delivery?"

She looked up from her phone as he handed it to her, giving him the saddest, greenest eyes, like a kitten in the rain. She nodded.

How could he ever say no to that? He opened the app, "mood?"

"Surprise me," she sighed, looking down at her phone to check what Kingo was saying.

"Okay," Gil chuckled, already knowing to order her a comforting bowl of ramen with some dumplings on the side. He claimed one of her hands with his, even though it hindered her texting greatly.

She did visibly have trouble texting Kingo back with only her left thumb and a phone wider than her slim hand's width. But she gave him a squeeze back, grateful for the comfort.

#Thenamesh Bodyguard AU #it always feels nice to revisit these #because I never feel out of practice with these two #hopefully they always feel in character in this universe for you guys #Gil really does have a lot to deal with #but he's made for this #this is the job #and he takes it very seriously #Kingo does text them like wtf was that? #Gil tells him to look it up he's sure all the fans caught footage of it #also please bring Thena's stuff to her place for them #he's not leaving her side because obviously #They're both exhausted from the adrenaline #she walked into the building in costume and everything #door guy is like hey Thena hey Gil normal thursday night huh? #Gil does get delivery and basically feeds her all night #runs her a back #rubs her feet for her #the ultimate malewife #but he's your security guard #what is this booktok? #just kidding I don't read books I write this instead

[persuasivestrawberryafternoons]

[Untitled Poetry 9/25/23]

I think maybe

I used to love you

In my own kind of way

And I think 

As I walk these cobble stones

That you might have loved me too

In your own kind of way

Sometimes the wind chimes

The same tune as your laughter

And it still doesn’t make me cry

And the hand you held isn’t even cold

Like I thought it should be

You’re gone

And all I felt 

Was my jaw unclench

And I see you smiling

With people I thought

Were also my friends

And it doesn’t hurt

And you never told me why you left

You just did

#POETRY #poems #emotions #T-T #lost friends #It doesn't hurt #Dear silver comet #I think its okay that you left #I never understood why you stayed #autumn #fall #leaves #cobblestone #bye #See I said that wasn't the last poem #I don't really know what I feel #You were my best friend #guess I wasn't really yours #you weren't mine to loose huh #9/25/23 #~Izzy 🧁 #you faded til I left

[thisloev]

you ever hangout with someone and their company is actually much worse than being alone?

#she came over and we watched hasee toh phasee together okay #bc she said she hadn't seen it and i was like huh wtf!!!!! #terrible idea she doesn't deserve to see that movie it was so perfect she didn't ruin it exactly bc it's my fav #movie ever and she's not important enough to change that #but god it was annoying having her next to me i wanted her to go away and watch it on my own😭😭 #she kept looking at her phone on super important scenes and she kept saying arey she should find out about them where is the spice #and i kept saying this isn't about spice it's sweet heartwarming story about love and doomed relationships and father daugter rships #but she didn't appreciate it #i need to watch the movie again on my own to cleanse myself from the negativity ew #and she said i had so much fun let's do this again help😭😭 meko nahi karna never again #time to subtly start ignoring her so she gets the message and leave me alone #i already got the ick from her when she acted that way over parents but i was like ivy no ppl aren't perfect give her a second chance you #friends you're really lonely your internet friends are great but they can't sit next to you and talk to you #but i was wrong being lonely is better she's just so. wrong😭 #i kept thinking she's literally worse than everyone in my life i would have had more fun watching it with my MOM😭 #and my sis loves this movie and my bestie loves this movie and my cousin sis also loves this movie #UGH

[cloverkingsmith]

WARRIOR CAT NITA WARRIOR CAT NITA

#black clover oc #fanart #warrior cats #amanita indigon #idonia would have been petaldrift and she died during her apprentice-to-warrior vigil when the clan got attacked #also finral would be runningleap I will not take criticism #god some of your old fandoms never really leave you huh #THESE BOOKS WERE SO DRAMATIC AND HURT ME SO MUCH AND FOR WHAT #traumatized me a million times over /pos #god damn

[ramblinseahorsey]

Just finished Chicory: A Colorful Tale in a whirlwind of emotions and jaw constantly dropping fervor in the last few days.

Current state: In love.

#PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE P L E A S EEEEEE PLAY CHICORY YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT #GREG LOBANOV YA DID IT AGAIN #THIS MIGHT BE EVEN BETTER THAN WANDERSONG I AM NOT EVEN KIDDING HOLY FRICKLESTICKS #I AM SO SO SAD I WILL NEVER GET TO PLAY IT FOR THE FIRST TIME AGAIN #chicory #chicory a colorful tale #chicory: a colorful tale #gifs #need to replay #after i replay wandersong acourse #wandersong #greg lobanov #also don't equip the rainbow brush on the final boss #took me over 59 hours to 100% it and i still feel it went way too fast #indie games rlly just change ur life forever and then leave huh #but they dont really leave.... #sooooooo excited for whatever lobanov and crew make next #rambles #ALSO ANCIENT EVIL IS A BANGER GO LISTEN #videos game #video games #video game #lena raine #cact